Undead. It was the first thing that came to mind when Alexandria found herself gazing at a person– it looks like a person, and yet in almost all aspects that truly matters, it’s different. Contrary to the talents of the living when one can heal wounds naturally, eyes could spark intelligence, minds could dream and be passionate, and hearts could love.
And whatever this is, this creature is all devoid of it. Just because one thing is moving, does not mean it is alive.
They have never gone past the wasteland, nor are there many historical books about it as those who venture it are unlikely to come back alive. So never in a lifetime have Alexandria ever encountered nor know anything about these things lurking in the dark. There was so much she does not know, and now it occurs to her that,
